At night, Shen Xiu suddenly had a high fever again, his head was covered with cold sweat, his hands and feet were cold, he was restless, and he turned over again.

Gu Nianheng pushed the door at this time, his eyes crossed Shen Xiu, and cast his eyes into the void behind her.

Shen Xiu buried his head in the quilt, listened to his heartbeat, and fought a protracted battle.

Gu Nianheng stood in place, like a Tang monk taking a seat.

Then Shen Xiu counted his heartbeats, and fell into a coma unconsciously.

Some pictures flashed in my mind frame by frame, and in the confusion, it was as if I heard a voice coming from far away.

When Gu Nianheng held Xiao Qingyu in his arms, Shen Xiu had actually woken up, and she didn't dare to act rashly in his arms.

Gu Nianheng's slightly cool fingertips swept across Xiao Qingheng's forehead, and she suddenly opened her blood-red eyes, her wounds had worsened in the cold winter, and the white bandages were stained with a little bloodstain and leaked.

She heard the sonorous heartbeat in his chest, closed her eyes slightly, and suddenly tugged at the corner of his coat, wanting to ask where this was.

"At the foot of the mountain." Gu Nianheng looked at what Shen Xiu was trying to express, and replied empathetically.

Shen Xiu was stunned, it turned out that the sound in the dream was the sound of a bell.

I just felt as if I was taking a nap, and time had quietly passed several reincarnations.

Shen Xiu pricked up his ears and listened for a while, it was not a dream, there was a strong bell from the ancient temple on the mountain, which could only be struck by the death of a high monk.

It is said that at that moment, the person closest to death will hear the dreams of the undead.

A very soft, soft sigh came.

The shadows of those dreams howled with the night wind, and the dark clouds poured down.

Shen Xiu lowered his hand and closed his scarlet eyes.

Gu Nianheng trembled and hugged her tighter.

If it weren't for the sound in my ears and the temperature in my arms, it would be like going.

Under the heavy night, on the long bluestone steps, there is a majestic temple.

The nebula is faint, and the moonlight is like water. A vague figure stumbled from the depths of the trail with a lantern.

There was a man in autumn clothes standing in front of the Buddha door and knocking softly on the Buddha door.

The door of the Buddha opened, and a man in autumn clothes stood in front of the door with a calm face, clasped his hands together, chanted in a low voice, and followed the monk into the Buddha gate.

The vague figure behind him stumbled towards the lantern.

No matter how much you chase it, you can't catch up.

The vague figure gradually became clearer and closer.

The wind blew through the pair of tears, the beautiful blue water pupils, blowing down the tears inside, hitting the bluestone street drop by drop, reflected under the red lanterns, as if dyed red with blood, the woman's weak body was shaky, and the lantern painted with the winged bird fell to the ground.

Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform.

There was nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust.

"Mage, I'm lost, can you take me home?" I don't know how many years have passed, but the linden tree in the corner of the wall has long been higher than the courtyard wall. Wuchenzi still remembers the words of the woman he met on the way back to the mountain late at night that year.

Wuchenzi clasped his hands together and whispered "Amitabha".

The woman looked at the monk, and in the cold eyes that were bumped into by the moonlight, a touch of crimson flashed in her eyes in full swing, and she could hear the monk's voice without sorrow and joy with the spring breeze. "The Buddha said: Love parting, resentment will be. Letting go is also fate. ”

In the dream, there is a beautiful scenery, there is a spring breeze, there are flower shadows, and he has clear eyebrows and eyes.

How many nights has Jiang Shuying listened to the night rain knocking on the south window, and always remembered the thin figure under the dim light and candle.

Jiang Shuying has been lingering in the ancient temple for not a day or two, as if it has become a habit.

Wuchenzi sometimes came from the deep mountains, with a slight cool moisture, without a trace of joy and sorrow, called her, donor.

Jiang Shuying's eyes darkened, and a smile flew on his lips. "Donor, can the little girl ask to stay in the temple?"

Wuchenzi opened his mouth, but fled in the wilderness.

The past has faded to ink, stained with the joys and sorrows of this world.

Jiang Shuying's first sight of Wuchenzi was in the dilapidated boat on the frost-filled river.

Jiang Shuying sat at the head of the boat with his legs dangling leisurely, his eyes were filled with the mist rising from the fragrance of tea, and before he swallowed a mouthful of tea, he saw a person rushing to the boat, and the person knelt on the ground with a blue face and touched his throat and vomited.

Jiang Shuying watched the filthy vomit in that place slowly fall into the river, her face stiffened, and the acid water in her stomach churned.

The people who came out of the boat looked at the man with their shoulders on their backs and laughed. "The sons and brothers in the capital are pampered, so don't come out and toss around."

Jiang Shuying also laughed with them, and then looked at the man carefully.

The man was good-looking, elegant, and paced slowly with a pale face, and returned to the bow of the ship, and pursed his lips tightly, without saying a word.

After a few days of bumpy and getting off the boat, Yueyue pointed at the man and smiled. "Do you think this little white face can fight?"

Before Jiang Shuying could answer, she saw that the person suddenly turned around and looked at her with a cold look, Jiang Shuying was stunned, her heart jumped, and when she came back to her senses, the person had already gone away.

Jiang Shuying was born reckless, as an only daughter. But her father and mother invited her the best since she was a child, and first taught her the power plot poetry book. When she grew up, Jiang Shuying joined the army as a matter of course and became a small military advisor.

A few months later, the first small victory of the Liang army was ushered in, and Jiang Shuying followed the army enthusiastically.

As soon as I looked up, I saw the man at the front of the line.

The master patted Jiang Shuying's shoulder and pointed at the man, "See, that kid, we have to learn from him, the enemy is fierce, as if he is not afraid of death." ”

Jiang Shuying's brain exploded, these days, is the little white face so fierce?

Not long after, Jiang Shuying was introduced to become that person's military advisor.

The moonlight was lonely, Jiang Shuying opened the tent with his calloused hands, and saw the thin body under the candlelight at a glance. Jiang Shuying arched politely. "Contemptible Jiang Shuying, a military advisor, please advise."

The man's pale hand put down the book of war in his hand, raised his head, stared at her indifferently for a long time, and suddenly raised his lips and smiled. "I remember you."

Jiang Shuying stood there crampedly, trying to hold back his silence.

Then I tossed and turned all night, and I couldn't sleep all night.

In the chaotic times of the Hu people in the north, the Liang army was plotted, the little white face was seriously injured, the military doctor was not enough to take care of it, the little white face stubbornly pursed his lips and did not say a word, when Jiang Shuying went in, he was sympathetic, so he did not untie his clothes and guarded the side of the little white face, serving tea and pouring water, and doing his duty.

Xiaobai's face lowered his eyelids and asked in a daze, "What are you trying to do?" ”

Jiang Shuying opened her mouth, "We are all soldiers of the Great Liang, and it is appropriate to take care of each other." ”

Half-ringing, Jiang Shuying looked at the good-looking side face under the candlelight, and suddenly thought, is this the case?

Xiao Bai's face squirmed, his voice was too soft, Jiang Shuying didn't hear what he was talking about, but he inexplicably saw that Xiao Bai's earlobes were red.

Jiang Shuying gently pulled out a smile and shook her head.

A month later, the army went on a northern expedition and stationed in Luokou, where the troops did not move.

One night, when there was a heavy rainstorm, the cowardly and incompetent leader sent by the emperor, thinking that it was an enemy attack, abandoned the army and secretly fled back to Jiankang.

The army could not find it, and scattered one after another. Abandon your armor and fill up the waterways.

In the silent night, Jiang Shuying even heard the sound of killing and the screams of the soldiers coming from outside the tent.

Failed?

The chaotic sound of killing approached from afar, Jiang Shuying's gaze changed from empty to firm, and he turned around and rushed out of the tent regardless of his life.

She has a secret, and she has a little white face in her heart that always wants to be better for him.

a Mei Xiaobai face who always spoke hoarsely in her mouth and silently left a few throat clearers on the table; a little white face who always gestured to her quietly to remind her when she almost made a mistake; A little white face who wandered around her moonlit night and couldn't sleep, telling her bedtime stories.

In the chaos of most of the dead and wounded, Jiang Shuying spent a lot of effort to pick up the little white face on the front line, and fled overnight with the seriously injured little white face.

On the way, a large number of displaced people, even grass roots are extremely scarce, the two of them are reluctant to eat a few grasses, their feet have reached unconscious, and the former village heard the news of the plague. Jiang Shuying's eyes were black, and he couldn't hold it anymore, and he pulled the little white face into his arms hard, feeling a fear of imminent death.

"Abandon me." The little white face said silently.

With him as a drag, the two of them may really not survive.

Jiang Shuying's hand trembled, but he hugged him tighter, let go of his hand for a long time, but still looked at him stubbornly, did not answer, and opened his mouth silently, clearly crying.

His voice was hoarse, and he slowly let out a sigh. "Why should you?"

Along the way, the two talked to each other, from childhood to the past and the future, for fear that the other party would suddenly fall asleep and never wake up again.

"Is there anything you want to do?" He smiled weakly, and the corners of his mouth pulled out an elegant arc.

"Is it okay to be a little thief, haha, go and save the common people!" She smiled with the inherent ruffian spirit of the Jianghu people, looked at him evilly, leaned her body very close, and then took a rough breath, and took out the jade flute that was blowing off the skin on her body and blew it, and her voice was dumb and unpleasant.

He pursed his lips with a hint of amusement.

Jiang Shuying leaned over and carefully looked at the man's face, the rhythm of his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up, he clapped his hands for a long time, and sighed stupidly. "You are so good-looking, and I don't know which girl has such a blessing."

He looked at her indulgently and smiled, his eyes were mixed with a bit of emotion that he couldn't see through, tightened his other hand, and quietly slashed himself with a dagger, so that he came to his senses.

Later, apart from the sound of footsteps rising and falling, mixed in with the panicked crowd, no one spoke.

The two hugged each other tightly and kept each other warm.

Jiang Shuying always looked at him when he was confused, and said indistinctly, "If I have the opportunity, I will definitely take you back to my house, I will take you to meet my parents, they are good people, they will definitely like you, and you will definitely like you......"

He blushed quietly and said hesitantly, okay.

The plague spread everywhere, and the roads were filled with horrible people with twisted faces and died.

From time to time, the flames of the corpses burned in the distance could be seen.

Jiangsu Ying and Xiaobai's face were cold, and their breathing was weak, but they still survived.

Jiang's father and mother went down the mountain to find Jiang Shuying, and by the way, they carried the little white face to the mountain together.

And after arriving on the mountain, Xiao Bai looked at the unique thatched house in a daze, and hooked the corners of her mouth to think, it turned out that this was her home.

It's a pity that except for Jiang's father and Jiang's mother, who he saw in a hurry, he never saw Jiang Shuying again.

A few days later, the people of the clan received the news and sent someone up the mountain to take the little white face home.

After he returned, the famous doctor carefully examined him up and down, and then he was quarantined.

He had the plague.

His mother stood at his door, crying and not letting anyone come closer.

More than a dozen famous doctors were locked inside.

In the ups and downs, he didn't know what kind of thoughts he had to survive.

A few months later, he came out of the door.

didn't wait for him to ask, but he heard about Jiang Shuying because of another thing.

There was a fire on the mountain where Jiang Shuying was located, and all the people on the mountain were burned to death on the mountain.

People passing by said that there would be cries at night on that mountain.

He held the handle of the door tightly, and the blood was dripping down one by one, but he didn't feel the slightest pain. He eagerly grabbed his subordinates and asked, but his subordinates couldn't speak clearly.

In a trance, he rushed out the door regardless of anyone's resistance. I kept rushing to the mountains all night.

There, only the bones and burnt ashes remained.

He collapsed to the ground, his body trembling incessantly, feeling like he couldn't move a step anymore.

It was dark, and the sound of a partridge came from the deep mountains, it was better to go back, it was better to go back.

He kowtowed three times quietly, earnestly, and there was silence all around, and he heard the sound of his own blood flowing.

He saw the figure in the void that had been thinking about it for a long time, begging constantly, wait a little longer, wait for him a little longer.

Years later, his family fell apart, and the people in his clan did not die well.

He left the house in a cloth robe, and his mother looked at him in the morning light, crying with blood in her eyes, and asked, "Why ......?"

Why?

He bowed down indifferently, so what about you, why did you set that fire all those years ago?

Jiang Shuying shouldn't have been damned.

The people on the mountain didn't deserve to die.

His voice was hoarse, and he suddenly burst out laughing, and walked forward step by step, all the dust in the sun.

Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain, and there was a monk in the temple, and the monk was telling stories.

On that day, when the sunlight outside penetrated through the door and scrambled to squeeze in, the handsome monk in the story melted himself into light and darkness, muttering in a low voice, "I dreamed of her again." ”

I dreamed that she never left.

I dreamed that she was going to take him home.

I dreamed that she said that Jiang's father and Jiang's mother were good people and would definitely like him.

In the end, he dreamed that Jiang Shuying was standing on the bluestone steps of the ancient temple and watched him walk away with tears in his eyes.

I dreamed that she was wandering on the green hills of the ancient temple and refused to leave, saying that she wanted him to take her home.

Following. The little monk opened the door as usual and found that the senior monk in the temple who led the cultivation was sitting quietly on the bed motionless, with a smile on the corner of his mouth and a peaceful face.

When I walked in, I found that I had passed away.

Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform.

There was nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust.

When encountering Jiang Shuying, those mirrors stirred up dust, and they couldn't sweep it anymore, and they couldn't be quiet.